Time Travels

Original

Shut up, shut the fuck up.

My heart damaged, I'm tryna find somebody that could fix it.

Mentally depression, goin' through it, I been sippin'.

I'm a gangster, baby, I apologize for my ignorance.

You callin' my phone like, "Where you at? " In the trenches.

But we get down and dirty, not to mention.

I got my brothers' back forever, I'm standin' with 'em. Yeah, she said she love me, reality show me different.

Cut grass walkin' blindfolded, I hear hissin'.

Out the handcuffs and the Rollies, I guess I'm different.

Tired of havin' problems with these bitches.

These Percs don't really help, it's a addiction. I'm just tryna fight these demons out of me.

I get emotional, can't let 'em see that side of me. Sometimes I feel like it's all behind me.

But they don't know I'm ridin', clutch my pole, ooh.

I could never go reward no, ooh. They backdoored, niggas close that door, ooh.

They backdoored, niggas close that door, ooh.

I keep it on me, I can't let up.

Only trust the homies when I'm around, clutchin' metal. If it's a problem, we comin' to solve it now, watch it settle.

Baby, I kill people, I'm sorry, I'm just a devil.

Look me in my eyes, be honest, -tell me what you see.

-A gangster, hustler, real nigga from the -street.

-I'm a beast, my man raise a bitch on a beach. I ain't in the shallow, niggas don't ever come out to the deep.

-I got a question. -If I don't lie to you, I'll lie to me.

Balenciaga days, I done went Louie for the sneaks.

'Member not havin' shit, threw more than twenty on a piece. I bought a hundred guns and I threw fullies on them

Glocks.

Phew. I swear to God.

Count it.

Ninety-one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. A hundred.

You know Kizzy.

We ain't on rap cap, everything I say is all facts, we ain't know that.

Yeah.

Free the thugs, nigga, we the thugs, nigga. I'm holdin' my dogs, nigga.

Forever high, nigga.

Forever two hunnid.